for my boys.

I've been seeing lots of Mama's (and other Dad's too actually) write little notes to their kids. Like...rules of life, wisdom nuggets, whatever you want to call them.

So. I'm jumping on this bandwagon.

Maybe not once a day. For a year. But just little nuggets of wisdom that I want my boys to know. Things that I think they should learn. Real life. Real emotions. Real things.

I think I'm going to put them into a book. A book where they can look back...I could look back...at all the real life things I taught them, that in between telling them to clean their room's and eat their vegetables, might have gotten lost in the shuffle.

Lesson 1: Never be too proud to ask for help. It's okay to need it. And even better if you can admit it.

but.

I feel like I failed.

But I know deep inside I really didn't.

I feel like I was supposed to forgive him.

But I know can't.

I feel like maybe I could have forgiven him if it was just once.

But it really wasn't.

I feel scared that I'm doing this all alone again.

But I think I'm okay with that.

I feel worried about what people will say and think.

But that's the last thing I should be concerned about.

I feel like this is the best choice for myself and my children.

But it doesn't make it any less difficult.

I feel like this is my fault.

But I know inside of me it isn't.

I feel like I was supposed to stick it out with him and make it work.

But I know I am worth so much more than that.

I feel like me and my boys going to be okay.

No more 'buts'.

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Happy New Year!!!!

merry christmas.

Wishing you and your family

a very merry and blessed 

Christmas Day.

For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us.

-Isaiah 9:6

oh holy night.

Long lay the world in sin and error pinning

Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.

Praying for each and every one of my readers and their families...

And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love,
may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people,
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,
and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—
that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
-Ephesians 3:17-19

He was born to die...so we could live.

Merry Christmas Eve.

enjoy.

 

Watch. Enjoy. Pass it on. 

Amazing.

Merry Christmas Eve's Eve

:)

dear you.

I keep telling myself that I don't hate you. And the truth is, I don't.

I don't know you. And you don't know me, although you know of me.

You would walk by me in the grocery store without looking twice. And I'd probably walk by you too. I've seen a glimpse of you. Once. But I feel like I'll never forget it.

I have to keep telling myself I don't hate you because I feel like I should. I feel like I have the right to hate you.

There's a few things I wanted to say to you. But even if I was given the chance, I don't know if I could.

You helped someone break my heart.

You knew about me. And you chose, for whatever reason, that it was okay.

Let me tell you something. It isn't okay. It wasn't okay. It'll never be okay.

I was building a family. I was building a life. And in one fair sweep, you helped crumble it down. Now I'm left, to try to pick up the pieces with him. To try to find a new normal.

You were half of what took my normal away.

And sure, he was the other half. But this letter isn't about him. It's about you.

But even amongst all this, I don't hate you. I'm sad for you.

I'm sad that you thought degrading yourself this way was okay.

You deserve to be someone's number one. Not a hidden number two.

So even though I don't like you...I don't hate you.

I'm just sorry this happened.

For both of us.